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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Another Fight

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Tony dropped you off outside of the large domed building where the Expo was taking place. Then he streaked towards the building like a comet.

You quickly put your earpiece in, turning it to Jarvis instead of Tony. "Jarvis, can you pull the fire alarms in these buildings?" You raced across the pavement in your trainers.

"Only in the buildings were the alarms are connected to the mainframe." Jarvis replied.

"Pull 'em." You said. "And then let me know which buildings I need to manually evacuate."

Tony suddenly burst out of the dome building and you heard gunfire and saw flares shooting up after him.

Building doors were slammed open and people streaked out in crowds, looking up, pointing, shouting. Glass was shattered, falling everywhere.

"Never mind, can you tell me which building Hammer is in?" You asked, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk. People rushed past you in every direction.

"The one Mr. Stark just exited Miss." Jarvis replied.

You nodded. That made sense.

You grabbed a police officers arm. "Sir, these people need to be evacuated. Mr. Justin Hammer's drones are out of control and on a rampage."

Fiery blasts into the crowd and screams punctuated your words. The police officer nodded and pulled out a walkie talkie and started to command orders.

Meanwhile, you ran, leaping the stairs two at a time before pushing past people to get into the main building. You ran around the backstage until you found Pepper, Natasha, and Justin Hammer.

Natasha had just finished pinning Justin Hammer and did a double take when she saw me, before pushing past.

"Move aside." Pepper said, leaning towards the guy who was working with the computers. "Tell me everything you know."

Justin looked exhausted and also looked like he was going to try and play everything off. He looked at you. "Who are you?" He demanded angrily.

"I'm Y/N, Tony's soulmate. I think you'd better stay where you are." You said, raising your hand to show the glowing mark underneath. They'd made kid versions of the glove, but you knew he could tell this was the real thing.

Pepper looked over at you, "Nice to meet you Y/N."

"Same to you Pepper." You said with a bit of a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me when I was just a little thing."

You could hear more screaming and you looked between Hammer and the doors. You knew you'd do better if you were outside. "Stay put." You warned and sprinted for the doors.

You watched one of the robots stomp up to a little kid wearing an Iron Man mask. You cursed as the kid didn't move.

You knew the robots must have some sort of facial recognition software, looking for either Tony Stark or Iron Man's face. The kid, wearing the mask, was now a target.

You took off running. You were amazing at running and you were amazing at jumping and dodging while running.

You leaped off the stairs, rolling on your shoulder, and then tackled the kid from the side, lifting your glove and actually shooting the robot right in the chest. The robot exploded as Tony came swooping past, the blow jerking your arm a little.

"Nice Y/N!" Tony shouted and you kept the kid down until all of the other robots had passed by you, flying after Tony.

Now, you let the kid up, taking his mask off his face and handed it to him. "Get out of here kid. Find your parents, a police officer, or at least somewhere safe to hide."

The kid ran off. You checked the charges in the gloves. They seemed fine for the most part.

"Alright then." You murmured, looking around. Tony had seemed to draw the other robots off, away from the Expo. That was fine with you. It was giving the others more time to get out of here.

You saw more robots explode out of the same building the original sets had come from. You closed one eye and lifted your glove. Taking careful aim, you shot. One of them was knocked out of the sky.

Five of them continued on their path, two of them turned towards you.

"Oh shit, that wasn't planned." You mumbled. One of them started to shoot. You ran, ducking for cover as you turned the corner around a building. You lifted both hands and when they came flying around the corner, you shot both of them.

You continued to run, heading towards the huge circular building that was completely abandoned at the moment. You knew there was a forest like area in there, complete with a stream.

Tony's voice crackled through the earpiece in your ear, "Rhodey just told me your face has been added to targets. Get out of here."

"I'm fine." You yelled. "Nothing's after-"

You let out a yell as you were suddenly shoved forward at full blast from behind. You caught yourself harshly on your hands, using your upper body strength to launch yourself into a terrible front handspring, landing on your feet and turning.

"Y/N!" Tony shouted.

You shot the droid and it went down, exploding into large chunks of metal. "It's dead. These gloves are amazing Tony."

Tony sighed.

You suddenly heard what sounded like a thousand explosions. You turned quickly to see Tony flying through the golden globe and the other robots crashing against the hard metal.

You also watched as Rhodey came out of nowhere, tackling Tony into the glass globe that you had been heading for.

You leapt over the railing, landing a littler farther than you'd thought, and hurried towards the globe. It took you a few moments to get there, yanking the door open and slipping inside.

The globe was large, but you knew they were in the direct metal because you could hear the noises of them splashing and fighting in the stream.

You crept through the place, not really wanting to get in their way. You perched behind the hill, watching as Tony and Rhodey communicated, no longer fighting and you sighed in relief.

You could actually hear them arguing about getting to higher ground, which you thought was a great tactic. But then they started arguing about who was going to be the bigger gun on the high ground. You rolled your eyes.

Neither of them actually made it to higher ground, because that was when the rest of the robots landed.

You watched, ready to leap out and fight if they needed you, but you watched as they took the robots down with almost zero problems.

"Duck!" Tony shouted. You ducked with Rhodey, laying yourself flat to the ground. You could see red lasers, and you heard the creaking sound as several trees were cut through and crashed to the ground.

"Maybe you should lead with that next time." Rhodey sighed.

You smiled, until another robot came down from the sky. This one was larger, sturdier, and when the face plate came down, you saw that it was the same man that had tried to kill Tony on the raceway.

"It's good to be back." The man said. Vanko, that was his name. Ivan Vanko.

"That can't be good." Rhodey murmured.

You watched as Rhodey launched some sort of missile at him, which simply bounced off his armor and fizzled in the water.

"Hammer tech?" Tony asked Rhodey in disdain.

"Yeah." Rhodey sighed.

And then the whips came out. You sucked in breath. The man was in an Iron Man suit and had his electric whips? This could not be good.

You watched the three of them fight. Vanko seemed to have the upperhand. He could catch them around the waist with his whips and fling them about. Not to mention, his suit didn't take as much damage as theirs.

You swallowed when he caught both of them around the neck, fighting both of them. And then were both fighting to free themselves. Vanko dropped his face plate and you felt a wash of bravery come over you.

You couldn't believe what you were about to do, but it had to be done. They had to be saved. That was your soulmate you were talking about!

You stepped forward.

"Hey!" You shouted and Vanko's attention snapped towards you at the same time you shot straight at his face. He didn't have time to get the face plate down. Your shot missed by an inch, hitting the same component as the other robots. The suit exploded around him and he was thrown to the ground.

The whips fizzled out and he lay in a smoking heap on the ground.

"Y/N!" Tony shouted, stomping over to you, wrapping his metal arms around you. "You brave stupid lovely girl."

You smiled.

The three of you went to stand over Vanko. He flickered his eyes open and muttered, "You lose."

You became aware of a beeping sound, and saw that the red lights that were beeping on every single robot.

"All these drones are rigged to blow. We gotta get out of here man." Rhodey said.

"Pepper." Tony whispered and spun to Rhodey, "Get Y/N out of here I have to go and get Pepper."

Rhodey wrapped his arms around you in a second, shooting upwards. Tony was even faster, zooming across the acres to get to Pepper.

"Nice to finally meet Tony's soulmate." Rhodey managed to say as you clung tightly to him. He flew across the sky, heading for a building. Somehow, Tony was already there, depositing Pepper there as the drones blew up everywhere. You hoped everyone had gotten to safety. In the back of your head, you wondered where the kid you'd saved was.

"Nice to meet Tony's best and possibly only friend." You gasped out, making sure your arms were locked as tightly as possible around his neck.

"Sense of humor, I like it." Rhodey said and he deposited you on the roof.

Tony didn't give you time to breathe, pulling you into an immediate kiss. You closed your eyes, submitting to him easily.

"I did need you." Tony mumbled as he pulled away, kissing the underside of your ear. "You were right."

"Usually am." You quipped, "You'll learn that eventually."

Tony smirked, pulling you to him. "I suppose introductions were already made?"

"Yep." You said, leaning into him.

"Well, my car got destroyed in the fire." Rhodey said, interrupting your moment, "So I'm going to have to hang onto your suit for a minute."

"Um, no." Tony said.

"It wasn't a question." Rhodey said and he took off towards the sky.

Tony simply sighed.

"So. . ." You ventured, "How are we getting down from the roof?"

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You and Tony sat in an abandoned warehouse. Well, abandoned probably wasn't the correct term, as there were several desks and monitors with different screens up. There was a singular table which Tony had sat behind. You sat on his lap.

There was only one chair because Tony had been asked to come by himself. But you had insisted that you come with him, as you were both soulmates and you were both in this together. He had agreed very easily to that request and neither of you were particularly mindful that you had to sit on his lap.

Despite being adverse to most human touch, you were completely comfortable with his touch. You had learned to recognize his scent, his footfall, and his noises before he even touched you, to prepare yourself for when he did touch you and you didn't flinch. But he was the only one.

Tony fingered the Avengers Initiate folder. You knew he was seriously contemplating joining the program, which was a choice you supported in the fullness. You weren't sure who the other Avengers might be, though you suspected that Natasha was probably a choice. You had warmed up to her more favorably now that you knew her ploy was simply undercover work and she truly had no feeling for Tony.

Well, no romantic feelings. She probably found him annoying at the very least.

"I don't think I want you looking at that." Nick Fury said, sitting down on the other side of the table, pulling the folder from Tony's hands. He'd actually startled you, and he'd clearly startled Tony.

"I'm not sure it pertains to you anymore." Fury picked up another folder, "Now this, on the other hand, is Agent Romanoff's assessment of you. Read it."

Tony took the folder. "Uhhhhh Personality overview: Mr. Stark displays compulsive behavior. In my own defense, that was last week. Prone to self-destructive tendencies. I was dying. I mean, please, aren't we all? Textbook narcissism?"

He sounded so puzzled on the last bit that you had to hide a smile.

"Agreed." Tony finally said. "Okay here it is. Recruitment assessment for Avenger Initiative, Iron Man, yes." He closed the folder, "I gotta think about it."

"Read on." Fury demanded.

"Tony Stark not recommended? That doesn't make any sense. How can you approve me but not approve me? I got a new ticker. I'm trying to do right by Pepper and Y/N. I'm in a stable-ish relationship."

You smiled again and it left your face as Fury came around the table to sit on the edge closer to Tony. Tony didn't show any emotion, but his arm around your waist tightened.

"Which leads us to believe at this juncture we'd only like to use you as a consultant." Fury said.

Tony tapped your thigh and you shifted off so he could stand, holding his hand out to Fury. Fury shook it and then Tony tapped his hand, "You can't afford me."

Tony held his hand out and you quickly grabbed it as he started to walk out before he paused and turned back, "Then again I will waive my customary retainer in exchange for a small favor. Rhodey and I are being honored in Washington and we need a presenter."

Fury almost smiled. "I'll see what I can do."

Tony took your hand again and the two of you exited the not so abandoned warehouse.

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You kept your lips tightly pressed together so that you neither laughed nor smiled as the same senator that had tried so hard to get rid of Tony's suits had to present them as heroes.

"It is my honor to be here today." He said in a voice that said it was no honor at all, "to present these distinguished awards to Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes and Mr. Tony Stark who is of course a national treasure."

He said the words with difficulty and you pressed your lips harder together as the two men exchanged looks.

You finally had to duck away to laugh as the Senator stepped between the two to get a picture with them.

Finally, Tony joined you. He was grinning and he took the medal off his jacket, handing it to you. "I think you deserved it too."

You smiled. "Well, I'm not a national treasure."

Tony lifted you up into his arms and you both ignored photographers as the two of you kissed. "No, but you're my little treasure. Now c'mon, we've got great things to do."

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kleenexwoman · 1 year ago

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Soft and fluffy? Damn you, you've found my weak spot. I don't do a lot of soft and fluffy.

He goes to the Catholic shrine on Saturdays, when there aren’t going to be any Catholics there, and he lights a candle to Santa Muerte. Mostly he prays for Carlo. Justin hasn’t really prayed in any sincerity since he asked God to make him not be a faggot anymore at fifteen and woke up with a hard-on dreaming about the football team again, but praying to the saint that Carlo prayed to makes him feel a little closer to Carlo. A little spiritual, even. Justin is pretty sure that praying for someone else to a god you wouldn’t pray to for yourself is what the Jews call a <i>mitzvah</i>. So he comes away from his little shrine visits with a feeling of lightness, karma being set right. Putting good energy out there into the world, he thinks. That can’t hurt.

This is from the second chapter of Permit Me to Tell You How to Wage War, an American Gods/MCU crossover featuring Justin Hammer in prison and a Crispin Glover Loki. This one is on my short list of things to finish soon: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40130454

#justin hammer #juslo #dance magic dance #loki au #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson

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tetchyorchid · 7 months ago

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A soulmate au where the first words you say to your mate is tattooed on their skin, words can change if the meeting is postponed or delayed.

Tony grew up with the words "Dr. Stark, it is an honor to meet you. I read your latest paper!" On his arm. It was never a question that he would get his doctorate. It gave him motivation when school was boring. It made him stay invested in being active in the scientific community after Ironman. He didn't even realize that the words had changed until after all the bots had been handled. Just another reason to hate Justin Hammer, his bullshit with Vanko stopped him from meeting his mate!

"It's you!" Replaced his old words, so he will meet but in ths future but he couldn't help feeling bitter.

Peter had, "God you're cute" On his finger most his life. He wondered about the type of person that says that first thing. Was it a cat call? Would they know I'm their mate? Whenever he felt insecure he remembered his mate will like him and it makes him feel better.

"Thanks for the assist spidey" appears after the expo and it doesn't make sense, not for a few months until the field trip...

Doom bots are super annoying, but it is pretty cool working with the Avengers. As we wrap up and restrain the last of them Iron man touches down near him and calls out" Thanks for the assist spidey " And Peter almost blurts out the first thing that comes to mind but hulk roars startling everyone for and giving peter a moment to think.

Deciding to be bold he walks over to Tony who has his face plate up. "You okay underoos?" Looking tony dead in his eye, Peter smirks and says, "Property of Mr. Peter Stark."

Tony isn't a genius for nothing so when he feels his arm burn and hears peter speak, he pulls back the gauntlet and laughs at the audacity! "Stark huh?"

"I'm playing the long game."

"God, you're cute!"

#starker #tnpt #soulmate words #fanfic ideas

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punkshort · 1 year ago

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Chapter warnings: language, violence, m masturbation, smut

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

Back in your apartment, the two of you set to work quietly organizing everything spread out on the living room floor that you could think of to pack. The biggest section was food. Luckily you were still used to a dorm room diet, so you had tons of useful items to take on the go. You had focused on the cans with protein like tuna, chicken and beans, then moved on to granola and protein bars, nuts, dried fruit, ramen noodles, cereal, instant rice and easy mac. Joel packed each of you a flashlight with extra batteries, and handfuls of matches and lighters he had found rummaging through your floor. Justin's camping equipment came with a canteen, plate, bowl, and foldable silverware for each, and a small first aid kit, which Joel significantly bolstered after raiding all the bathrooms on the floor.

He told you to only pack one or two extra sets of clothes, that you would have to break into houses or stores along the way if you needed more. He didn't want to waste the space in your packs that could be used for food and medicine.

You both set to work filling your bags with as much stuff as you could. Joel slipped a map into his pack that he had picked up from a kitchen drawer down the hall, and you had snuck in an unopened box of tampons and a folded up picture of your parents in yours when he wasn't looking.

It was around midday when you were all set to go, making sure to eat something left behind in your cupboards one last time.

You closed the door behind you, but you didn't lock it in case someone came along and needed something. Then sadly, you turned and gripped your baseball bat, following Joel down the long hallway, down the stairs and to the lobby.

Before Joel pushed the lobby door open to the outside, he turned to you.

"Which way's the subway?"

You pointed down the street to the right.

"It's about 3 blocks that way, not far. It's mostly all apartment buildings and a few stores on the corners."

Joel nodded, cracking the door open to listen for any sign of trouble. It sounded clear, so he ventured out to confirm before pulling you out behind him.

"We gotta be quick, but not too quick. Don't want to accidentally sneak up on somethin' out here," Joel explained in a hushed tone. "If you hear anythin', stop and don't make a sound. And you tell me if you see anythin' at all, understand?" You walked closely next to him as he was speaking, the whole time looking all around you frantically, your senses in overdrive, and your heart hammering in your chest. All you did was nod, not wanting to risk making too much noise.

The streets were quiet. Joel peeked around the corner and made sure no soldiers or infected were nearby before ushering you across the open street and back behind the safety of a building. One block down.

The two of you trotted down the sidewalk, swiveling your head around every few feet to see if there was anyone behind you. You almost made it to the next corner when Joel swung out his arm to stop you. You held your breath, heart racing as you focused on the noise he heard. It was the slow rumbling of an engine that reminded you of the FEDRA truck you heard patrolling outside your apartment last night. Joel must have figured that out, too, because he grabbed your arm and pulled you over to hide behind a dumpster that was sticking out of a narrow alley. You both crouched down and waited for the truck to pass. Fortunately, it didn't turn down the street you were on, where you would have been exposed.

Once the noise faded, Joel stood up slowly before motioning for you to follow. Again, he poked his head around the corner and took extra time to make sure no one was around before dragging you across the street once more. One more block to go.

You were halfway down the block as you passed a pawn shop, windows smashed in and the place ransacked. You grabbed Joel's arm and his head whipped around in a panic. You shook your head to tell him nothing was wrong and pointed into the pawn shop.

"Weapons?" you mouthed.

He hesitated a moment, trying to decide if you should press on or see if there was something useful in there before ultimately deciding to check it out. If the subway had infected in it, it would be better if there was more than just one knife between you. Joel stepped through the broken glass door carefully, glancing around at the small shop before holding his hand out to guide you through the opening. You both took a quick look around, noticing anything valuable was long gone, and most of the knives were picked over, but you did find a decent sized switchblade for yourself. You tucked it into your jeans pocket, and you carried on down the street towards the subway entrance.

You had a long way to go down the dark tunnel, but so far it had been quiet and uneventful. Your flashlight beams bounced off the brick walls as you walked in silence, trying to stay focused on your surroundings. Your anxiety spiked with every new subway station you passed, reminding you of just how much deeper into the city you were getting. From what the soldiers had said, more densely populated areas were worse off, and so far in your limited experience that had proven to be true.

You were two stations away from the one you stopped at for work when you first saw people. It was just two families, huddled together on the platform. They had seen your flashlights long before you saw them, so trying to sneak by was useless. They seemed like they were just innocent survivors, so Joel kept walking, holding his head up. He made eye contact with two of the men in the group and gave them each a firm nod, hoping to convey you were just passing through and not looking for trouble. They nodded back wordlessly, and you carried on your way.

The next station had more people who had sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, and lanterns. It looked like they were trying to wait it out underground long-term. A few of the men approached the end of the platform to address Joel.

"You soldiers?" one of them asked.

"No, just passin' through, tryin' to stay off the streets, sorry to disturb you all," Joel replied. He paused for a moment, and looked back at the men who were still watching you carefully. "Any of you see any infected down here?"

One of the men shook his head. "Nah, man, that's why we're sitting tight down here. Soldiers must be keeping them busy up top."

Joel nodded. "Thanks... good luck to you."

Finally, you approached your stop for work and found the platform to be filled with people, just like the previous one. They were kind and immediately helped you both up off the tracks. You introduced yourselves and explained you were headed to Joel's apartment not too far from there. One of the women, Josie, warned you the closer you got to the heart of the city, the worse it was.

"We heard, thank you. Once we get up top it won't be a long walk," you said, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead to clear the sweat collecting there. "We've been walking for hours. Joel?" You turned to him, interrupting a conversation he was having with Josie's husband, Peter. "Can we rest here for a bit?" Joel turned back to Peter.

"That ok with you folks?" he asked. Peter and Josie nodded, seemingly the leaders of the small group of strangers huddled on the platform.

The two of you slunk down against the tiled wall, pulling out protein bars and your canteens after sitting down. You shut your eyes for a few minutes, leaning the back of your head against the wall, chewing and grateful to be taking a break.

"You holdin' up alright?" Joel asked softly beside you. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed.

"I'm just tired," you replied, taking another bite of your protein bar without looking.

"It ain't much further, once we get on the street it's another few blocks. We should be able to get there before - "

Joel's sentence was cut short by screaming, and your eyes flew open in surprise as you dropped your protein bar and grabbed your bat while fumbling around in your pocket for the switchblade. Joel was already standing, gripping his bat and trying to locate the source of the scream in the group. One of the men, who looked asleep when you arrived, was snarling and had his teeth clamped down into the shoulder of an older man, blood pouring down his arm and soaking both of their shirts. Peter and another man jumped into action to pull the infected off the poor man screaming in agony, struggling to pin it to the ground.

Joel charged forward before you could stop him, your hands desperately clawing at his t-shirt, but he was already throwing himself into the group to help. You watched in horror as the three men struggled to hold it down, and just as Joel was getting ready to bash its skull in with the baseball bat, it lunged forward, knocking Peter and the other man off to the side and pushing Joel onto his back.

Joel held the infected up by its shoulders as it pinned him down, snapping and growling inches from his face. Joel's jaw was clenched tight, his eyes flashed with rage as he summoned all the strength he could manage and pushed it off him, making it stumble backwards. It was just enough time for Joel to reach to his side for his hunting knife and plunged it into the infected’s skull with a guttural yell.

The infected went limp immediately and fell to the floor. Joel stood over the body, tense, covered in blood, and panting heavily with the knife still clutched in his hand. Peter and the other man rushed to join the rest of the group helping the one who was bit in the shoulder, but you raced straight to Joel, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Surprised, he lifted one arm to place it reassuringly on your back, the other still clutching his knife.

You let him go, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you frowned at him angrily. He looked down at you, the adrenaline wearing off, and saw the anguish on your face. He reached his hand out to you, but you slapped it away and instead shoved his chest heatedly, making him stumble just a bit in surprise.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" you seethed, narrowing your eyes at him and fighting to keep the tears from falling. "You could have gotten killed!"

Joel stared at you, still panting slightly, then put the knife back in its holder. He couldn't gauge your reaction. Were you upset he would be killed because then you would be alone, or upset because of something else? He sighed and reached out to you again. This time, you didn't shove him, but you didn't go to him, either.

Josie approached you, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Joel, for saving my husband," she said, clutching his outstretched hand in her own, then turned to you. "Don't be mad at your boyfriend, dear, he just saved us all."

Your mouth fell open, and before you could correct her, she went back to Peter and hugged him tightly. Joel cleared his throat beside you, seemingly pleased with himself.

"You heard her," he winked at you. "Can't stay mad at me." You scowled back at him, and with a more serious tone, he added, "us or them, remember?"

You sighed, relaxing your brow. You knew he was right, but you were still pissed off. You turned on your heel and headed back to your abandoned protein bar, effectively ending the conversation.

Joel joined you and watched as the group deliberated quietly on how to deal with the man who was bit. You had learned he likely only had a few hours before he turned, based on the location of his bite. Ultimately, Peter volunteered, and he quickly and privately put the man out of his misery with a kitchen knife. You winced when you heard the squelch of blood from across the platform, burying your face in your shoulder.

You didn't stay much longer after that. Once Joel had gotten his strength back, you picked up your belongings and gave your farewells. Josie and Peter thanked Joel again, and you headed up to the familiar street corner, dusk fast approaching.

It took you both an hour to walk to Joel's apartment, which normally would have taken ten minutes, but he insisted on going slow and being careful at every turn. When you approached his building, you had to crane your neck all the way back to take in the full height. His building definitely used to have a doorman: it was fancy. You walked into the ornate lobby and turned around in a slow circle, taking in everything from the detailed crown molding to the beautiful, tiled floor that looked more like a piece of art. You almost felt bad for stepping on it. Even the ceiling was vaulted and decorated in tiny, intricate squares with gilded chandeliers hanging from it. Finally, you looked straight ahead and saw an arched window that overlooked a private garden.

"Shit," you whispered, "I almost got an apartment in this building."

Joel turned back to you, surprised, then realized you were being sarcastic when he saw your grin. He smiled to himself and shook his head, leading you down the hallway towards the stairwell door.

"I take it you're not on the second floor?" you asked him quietly as you began to climb the stairs.

"No, little higher than that," he replied. "30th floor."

You stopped dead in your tracks, which made him stop and turn back to you questioningly. He could tell what the problem was when he saw the pained expression on your face without you even having to speak.

"I know, it's gonna take us a while, but we can stop and rest whenever you need to." You sighed and hung your head, continuing your journey up the stairs.

You made it to the halfway point before you had to take a break, sitting on a step, panting and chugging water from your canteen while Joel leaned against the wall across from you, sipping his own water. The sun was going down, so you each dug your flashlights out of your packs before continuing.

"Not much further," Joel panted, turning the corner of another staircase, "then we can rest. No point in diggin' around in the dark, it's been a long day." You nodded, choosing not to speak to conserve your energy, and focused on the flashlight beam ahead of you.

You weren't sure how long it took, but finally you climbed the last step to face the door marked with a big, red "30". That's when you looked up and noticed you were on the top floor. Of course he lives on the top floor.

Joel pushed the door open a crack and peeked down the hall, which was very short and only had two doors and an elevator at the other end. He held the door open for you to walk through, then gently closed it. You frowned, looking back and forth at the two doors, puzzled.

Joel looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight when he saw your confusion, before mumbling, "It's a penthouse," and brushed past you to unlock his door.

You had never seen a penthouse before, but you knew they were for people who were really rich, especially in New York City. He opened the door, locking it behind you. You couldn't really see much other than what your flashlight exposed, but you could tell the room you were standing in was massive. You briefly flicked your light around, taking in some couches, bookcases, a fireplace and some other furniture. You stopped when you noticed the entire wall was top to bottom windows with a balcony attached, and covered your flashlight quickly. Joel kicked off his sneakers, and noticing the dimmer light, turned his flashlight to shine on you questioningly.

"Can't people see in? Like, the lights moving?" you asked. He shook his head.

"Privacy windows," he explained, then turned and headed towards another room. You quickly kicked your own shoes off, skittering after him, sticking close. The place was so huge you were afraid you'd get lost, and the darkness mixed with the eerie silence from lack of power and road noise made the hairs on your arm stand up. As you walked, you shined your flashlight on everything around you, baffled by how far the apartment seemed to stretch. You were so engrossed in your surroundings that you bumped into him when he had stopped walking.

"Oops, sorry," you whispered.

"Why are you whispering? We're safe here," he replied at full volume. You shrugged.

"I don't know, this place is huge, Joel, give me a minute - oh my god, is this your kitchen?!" you exclaimed as your jaw dropped, noticing the kitchen island in front of you that must have seated ten people. On one side. Easily. The island, made of marble or quartz, was white with silver and black specks. You noticed the counter was the same all over the kitchen, even on the built in bar in the corner. The cupboards were a light oak that was soft against your fingertips as you gently trailed them against the wood, wandering around his kitchen in amazement.

Joel watched you as you walked around his kitchen, gently touching the handles of the knives in the block and running your fingers along the countertop. You looked like you had never seen anything like this before, and his chest ached when he wondered what would have happened that night if you agreed to come home with him. You could have seen this place in a whole different light. He could have made you a drink from the bar and played you some music over the sound system. If he was lucky, he could have laid you down on the kitchen island you were so currently fascinated with, your fingers gripping the edges as he slipped his fingers inside your underwear to explore your soaking wet folds, pushing one finger inside you, and then another, slowly teasing you until you begged him for more.

Having you in his place was clouding his mind, he needed to focus. He cleared his throat before heading towards the pantry door. You eagerly followed closely behind and when you realized the pantry was a room as big as your own kitchen, you moaned with envy, causing his eyes to flutter shut momentarily.

"This place is amazing," you told him, sifting through the food on his shelves. You grabbed some peanut butter and crackers, turned and headed back to the kitchen.

"Where's the silverware?" you asked over your shoulder.

"Drawer next to the sink," he replied, and watched as you grabbed a butter knife. He picked up a can of Beefaroni off the shelf and opened the drawer in the kitchen with the can opener after picking a fork out from the silverware drawer you left open in your haste to eat.

He sat across from you at the island, eating his cold Beefaroni out of the can while you slathered crackers with peanut butter and popped them in your mouth. You smirked at his choice of food.

"Chef Boyardee?" you asked curiously, eyebrows raised. "I'm sure your private chef could have made you the real thing from scratch." Joel chuckled.

"Alright, I ain't got a private chef. Besides, this is the real thing. Nothin' beats it."

You smiled, fascinated that a man who lived in such a lavish apartment would have Beefaroni as his guilty pleasure. Feeling full and sleepy, you twisted the top of the peanut butter jar closed, and out of habit ran your tongue along the butter knife to clean it. You didn't even realize how that looked until you heard Joel's breath hitch and he looked down to study the empty can in front of him. Your cheeks felt warm from embarrassment, but luckily, he couldn't see it under the cover of darkness. You cleaned the knife (with a sponge, this time) and Joel's fork, putting them back in the drawer.

"Alright, let's get some shut eye. We should try to get an early start tomorrow, I want to get out of this city as soon as we can," Joel said, grabbing his pack he had set down when you walked in, and headed further down the hallway.

You followed him nervously, looking at the expensive-looking art on the walls and even a few statues on pedestals before reaching his bedroom. He pushed the door open, and your flashlights bounced around the room to illuminate the corners the moonlight hid from view. As expected, his bedroom was spacious with a bathroom and two walk-in closets attached. You noticed one of the closets was void of any clothes, and the other was packed to the brim. You poked your head in his bathroom, sighing enviously when you saw the huge, glass walk-in shower and built in vanity. You turned around to find Joel had dug out a couple lanterns from his closet and placed one on each end table so you could conserve your flashlight batteries. You clicked it off and walked over awkwardly, not sure what the sleeping arrangements should be. Unlike you, he has couches more than big enough to accommodate a grown adult, but the thought of being alone in the living room of this huge apartment made you nervous.

It hadn't even been a question in Joel's mind.

"Hop in and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," and he left the bedroom, back down the hallway to double check the locks. You rummaged in your pack for some more comfortable clothes to sleep in, and quickly changed before he returned, nestled under the covers on the most comfortable mattress you had ever been on in your life.

When Joel reentered the bedroom, his thoughts didn't even have time to catch up with how fast he felt the blood rushing to his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut as he blindly walked right to his closet and shut the door so he could change into his pajamas, willing his erection away. He groaned quietly, leaning his head against the wall of the closet, frustrated with how distracted he's been. If he doesn't stop, it could get you or him killed. He would have to do something about it before heading out tomorrow. He was lucky so far, you've had relatively safe places to hole up in, but that was going to end.

When he finally got himself under control, he exited the closet and got into the other side of the bed. You already had your lantern off and you were laying on your side with your eyes closed, exhausted from all the walking and events of the day. His bed was much larger than yours, and he hoped the extra space would help him get his mind out of the gutter. He turned his lantern off, and leaned back into the familiar pillow and sheets, closing his eyes. It was silent for a few minutes before you spoke.

"Joel?" you squeaked.

"Hm?" he replied, keeping his eyes closed.

"This is the nicest apartment I've ever seen, how long have you lived here?"

"About six years or so," he said, shifting a little under the covers. "But I like your place more," he admitted.

"My place?!" you said, outraged. "You could fit my entire apartment into this bedroom, you're crazy."

"Yeah, well, your place felt more..." he trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Like a home. This place feels like a museum."

"I'm sure you could make this place feel just as cozy," you yawned before adding, "this bed, for instance, is the most comfortable thing I've ever laid on." Joel smiled.

"Glad you like it." Sweetheart.

He waited until he was sure you were sleeping deeply enough before he locked himself into his bathroom and pulled his sweatpants down just far enough to free his throbbing cock, stroking it steadily with one hand while the other propped him up against the wall, eyes screwed shut. His thoughts picked up where he left off in the kitchen, his fingers deep in your pussy, but then he would add his thumb to your swollen clit, making your back arch off the cold counter and gasp his name. His thumb would pick up the pace, keeping up with your moans, rubbing tight circles and flexing and thrusting his fingers inside of you until your body finally stilled under him, whimpering his name as you came.

He imagined you gazing up at him hazily, the same way you looked at him last week outside the bar, but now you would reach out and grab the waist of his jeans, pulling him closer and whisper hoarsely to him, "Please, Joel, I need you, I need more..."

He imagined what it would feel like to slide inside you, your cunt soft and warm, so welcoming and taking him inch by inch. He would grasp your hips, his feet firmly on the ground and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, one of your hands lost in your own hair and the other firmly holding onto his wrist, eyes rolled towards the back of your head, moaning, as he stretched you out. When he would start moving, he would go slow at first and enjoy the way your tits bounced gently along with his movements. He would do his best to take his time, but he imagined you asking him - begging him - to fuck you harder. Of course, he would give you what you wanted. He would slam into you, over and over, groaning as he would feel your cunt squeezing around him, warning him you were close. His thumb would travel down to your clit once again, pressing firmly from side to side until you were screaming his name and he felt your warm release spill over his cock.

"Fuck!" Joel grunted out into the darkness, as he shot thick ropes of cum over his hand and onto the tile floor, completely losing himself and forgetting to grab a tissue. He stood there a few minutes, catching his breath, his forehead pressed against the bathroom wall. Finally, he pushed himself away and cleaned up his mess carefully, using his flashlight to make sure he didn't miss anything. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He hoped that would help keep him sharp and focused for tomorrow.

He opened the bathroom door quietly, relieved to see you hadn't moved a muscle since he left. You were still sleeping peacefully, facing his side of the bed with your lips slightly parted. He smiled at the sight, setting his flashlight down and about to slide back into bed when he heard a noise coming from down the hall. He froze, listening intently, trying to figure out the source. He glanced down at you once more to confirm you were still asleep and headed quietly out the bedroom door, carefully closing it behind him.

He walked down the hallway, now on high alert, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He walked by a statue, grabbing it and turning it upside down so the square base was upright in his hand. He gripped it tightly as he neared the kitchen, now hearing rustling and seeing a beam of light coming from the pantry. He glanced around the room before peering around the open pantry door, seeing someone crouched on the floor and rifling through his food, but all Joel could focus on was the revolver on the floor next to him, shining in the moonlight. Shooting one more glance over his shoulder, Joel stepped inside, silently placing the statue down on the floor, and then lunged forward, quickly wrapping his arm around the intruder’s neck, and using his other hand to lock his arm in place. Joel yanked them both up to a standing position, putting his foot over the revolver and shoving it under the shelves in the pantry, out of arms reach. The intruder slapped wildly at Joel's arms, then tried clawing at his face, desperate to loosen his grip so he could breathe, but Joel didn't budge, his grip strong and unmoving, his face contorted in a fury and a heat he never felt before. It didn't take long before the man passed out, but Joel held on a few minutes longer to make sure the air didn't revive him.

Once he was satisfied he was dead, Joel laid him gently on the pantry floor, frantically trying to catch his breath. He slowly picked the statue back up, temporarily forgetting about the gun, and then closed his eyes a moment as his breathing began to stabilize. He reopened them, nostrils flared, and jaw clenched. He needed to make sure the man was alone, and you were safe.

He left the pantry, glancing around the room once again before stepping forward. He was about to enter the hallway to head back towards the living room when something hard hit him across the chest, sending him crashing loudly back into the kitchen, dropping the statue. Joel gasped for air in the darkness, scrambling backwards and reaching around blindly to try to find his statue, but the other intruder kicked it away and pinned Joel down with his own baseball bat. The bat was being pressed to his throat, and Joel struggled to push against the man's weight.

"Who else is here with you?" the intruder sneered. Joel was barely able to make out his face in the darkness.

"No one," he gasped and shook his head, pushing back harder now that he was reminded of you sleeping sweetly in his bed, hoping and praying you stayed in there.

"Bullshit," the man spit. "I saw the shoes by the door. Maybe I'll have a little fun with her after I kill - "

Suddenly, the pressure was gone, and Joel coughed, holding his throat. He whipped around frantically, trying to find anything to use as a weapon, when he heard wet thumping over and over. He stood up, desperately trying to make his eyes adjust to the shadows. Remembering the flashlight, he scrambled back in the pantry and snatched it up, casting the beam of light over the scuffle.

You were bent over and brutally caving in the skull of the man who almost killed him.

Over and over, you aimed the corner of the statue at the man's disfigured face, beating him to a bloody pulp, the squishing sound of blood echoing in your ears. Joel calling your name and grabbing you around the waist was the only thing that stopped you. You dropped the statue and looked him in the eye, like a wild animal cornered and ready to strike. He grabbed your face, repeating your name until your eyes focused back on him. The enormity of what you did hit you in an instant: you just killed a man.

Tears welled up in your eyes and your lips trembled as you continued to stare into Joel’s eyes. He shook his head when he saw the emotion on your face.

“No. No, no, no, no. C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his embrace, and it was then you let the tears flow as you sobbed uncontrollably into his chest, gripping his t-shirt in your fist like a lifeline. He snaked his arm up your back, so his hand rested at the crown of your head, and his other arm tightly squeezed you around the ribs. You both slunk to the floor of his kitchen, holding onto each other for dear life, the horror of the world around you finally making its mark on you both.

Chapter Nine

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller series #joel x reader #joel x reader smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us game #the way we were joel miller fic

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thena0315 · 3 months ago

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Revised Iron Man 3 AU

Going back to my other AU idea I came up with having Tony, Pepper, Hammer, Killian and Christine in a movie together, then learned that Stane had a son in the comics, and then I came up with my Harley AU; and decided why not put them all together.

Plot Summary below ↓

3 months after the events of Iron Man 2, Zeke Stane, the son of Obadiah Stane, breaks Justin Hammer out of prison after watching him for a while to have him work for him for his plan to take down Tony Stark & Pepper Potts, to take revenge for his father's death. That includes doing a deep dive into everyone they've interacted with in the past. That leads to a meeting with A.I.M.'s founder & CEO, Aldrich Killian, who as of lately has appeared more in the news for the company becoming a rise scientific research thanks to Maya Hansen's work and technology advancement that has landed them multiple military contracts with the US government. Also helps there's a contact with a certain blonde haired reporter from Vanity Fair willing to do articles for his company in exchange for a steamy night (and listen to her complain off the record of the increasing success Pepper Potts has done for Stark Industries and her status of being Iron Man's girlfriend). Still feeling bitter about how Tony treated him when they first met and in a relationship with his longtime crush, Killian joins forces with Stane's team on the condition to help assist with Extremis to help stabilize it for a bigger plan. With all the failed experiments in several parts of the country happening in the next two years, the group created the "Mandarin" and made the world think the Ten Rings were behind the attacks. Stane developing weapons for several terrorist to make things look more convincing. Few of these attacks includes Stark Industries related buildings.

One of the attacks takes place in a diner in Rose Hill, Tennessee, killing everyone in the building except for a young boy named, Harley Keener. Who claims that a man turned into flames and exploded.

Meanwhile, after the Battle of New York and the creation of Stark Tower now being turned into the Avengers Towers, Stark Industries has developed more innovated ways for clean power that they've become the the #1 company for clean energy in the world. Tony however has been dealing with PTSD from the Battle of New York and worries for the future where those aliens will return based on the size of that space ship he saw. He builds the Iron Legion to ease out his stress to cover all the bases for an all out attack. Building suits can only do so much, luckily for him, Pepper is there to help him deal with his PTSD that's more effective and helps with his mental health than building suits. Slowly helping him get over it.

Approaching the holiday season, the group begins their biggest attack yet. Taking down Tony Stark once and for all. Starting with taking down those close to him. And to eventually, take down the President of the United States of America in front of the whole world.

How This Story Ends:

Who Dies: Maya, Killian

Who Goes to Prison: Stane, Trevor, Vice President

Manages to Escape: Hammer

Christine leaves Vanity Fair to hide connections to Killian upon learning she's pregnant with his child and applies to WHiH Newsfront

Happy wakes up from his coma

Tony cures Pepper of Extremis

Harley is taken in by Tony to be his ward and moves to the Stark Mansion in Malibu

Tony finally has the operation to remove the shrapnel from his chest

Tony, Pepper and Harley lives together as a family

Mid Credit Scene:

Escapes from Prison: Stane (via HYDRA) & Trevor (via Ten Rings)

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st-louis · 1 year ago

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okay: some hockey book recommendations for my anon

these are a few, some are probably obvious, some maybe not.

all of kristi allain’s theses

jean beliveau, my life in hockey

john branch, boy on ice: the life and death of derek boogaard

craig custance, behind the bench: inside the minds of hockey’s greatest coaches

justin davis, conflicted scars: an average player’s journey to the nhl

both of ken dryden’s books

james duthie, beauties

jenny ellison et al, hockey: challenging canada’s game – au-delà du sport national

greg gilhooly, i am nobody: confronting the sexually abusive coach who stole my life

chrys goyens, lions in winter

everything jack han has ever written (his hockey tactics books are on gumroad)

stephen hardy and andrew holman, hockey: a global history

dick irvin, in the crease: goaltenders look at life in the nhl

mike johnston & ryan walter, hockey plays and strategies

gare joyce, future greats and heartbreaks: a year undercover in the secret world of nhl scouts

stephen laroche, changing the game: a history of nhl expansion

gary mason, guardians: the secret life of goalies in the nhl

all of cheryl macdonald’s theses

cheryl macdonald, overcoming the neutral zone trap

michael robidoux, men at play: a working understanding of professional hockey

michael robidoux, stickhandling through the margins: first nations hockey in canada

laura robinson, crossing the line: violence and sexual assault in canada's national sport

fred sasakamoose, call me indian

dave schultz, the hammer: confessions of a hockey enforcer

ryan stimson, tape to space

ed willes, the rebel league: the short and unruly life of the world hockey association

#hockey books #there are a lot more but this should get you started

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irondadfics · 5 months ago

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hi do you have any fic suggestions on Tony being a single dad and harley Peter and Morgan are his biological kids? pref multi chapter fics thanks

sorry for the wait, we couldn’t find any fics that fit this request exactly but here are two that are close.

To Melt A Iron Heart by Retro_Memo

Tony Stark, Merchant of Death and dreaded Iron Man, plans to go down into the history books as the greatest villain of all time. However, with a botched mission involving a run-in with his annoying rival Justin Hammer, he finds himself having to resort to desperate measures to take back what was stolen. Use the kids, leave the kids and forget the kids. That was the plan. Things rarely go as planned, don't they? Or The Despicable Me AU no one asked for.

An Iron Heart To Love by ashori_ajol

His first child was the shocking surprise he wasn't ready for. And that was okay because with a father like Howard, no one expected him to be. His second child was just as much of a surprise but this time, Tony had no other choice but to be ready. OR How the universe forces Tony Stark to unravel his iron heart and he discovers that he had the ability to love all this time. It'll just take him more than a few tries to get there.

#fic rec #fic rec list #morgan stark #harley keener #siblings #iron siblings #iron family

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spacenintendogs · 8 months ago

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scale of 1 to 10 how buff is astrid in your off the coast au???

(for science purposes, of course)

dragonsoffthecoast!astrid infodump pretty please?? relationships with work, he gang, all of that tasty stuff :]

I CAN ABSOLUTELY INFODUMP ABT ASTRID!! (she's at least an 8 on the buffness scale)

i want astrid to have this body type (photo is of monica granda, who is a powerlifter!!!)

BUT to the main stuff abt ms astrid hofferson :)

general info

astrid picks her name to be astrid legally when she's around 12 :) she used that name as her "viking name" back when she & the gang were little kids playing vikings vs dragons. and since it's?? a rlly cool name. when she changed it from her dead name her parents let her pick & it was all she could think of. it means so much to her.

astrid in school, all school from elementary to college/uni, is a try hard. she is going to be valedictorian if it'll be the last thing she does. if she's not at least top 3 her eye is twitching. she is also very active in sports!! track & field is her JAM!!! esp once she's at uni she does lots of field stuff!! (discus, hammer, etc!!) and powerlifting!!

when she initially came out as trans it was a little rough with her parents (they were a bit distant at first) but they got over themselves & were super supportive as she transitioned :) that's their daughter!!!

she always is wearing her headband, it's yellow & blue to match stormfly's crown. tuff & snot made it for her.

relationships

stormfly is her girl, her best (dragon) friend!! <3 stormfly brings out astrid's playful side and is an excellent confidant for her. astrid is super protective of stormfly. stormfly is in the sanctuary due to having some part of her crown (the spines that stick out of her head) being cracked (they are very important for nadders!!!) and as she healed, astrid was her human. they also both tend to be the ones reigning their friends in (altho stormfly can get carried away when she plays sometimes!!)

hiccup (hirschel) is her best (human) friend. they grew apart when they were in middle school (as did the rest of the gang from hiccup) but in high school she was the first person he revealed toothless to & she (after being convinced to NOT tell any of their parents) did not take hiccup's trust in her lightly. it means a LOT to her. their dynamic is very much like how their friendship is in the shows esp. astrid can get in over her head with how strict she can be abt how to do literally anything & her frustration of others not doing what she would do & hiccup will just dryly vibe check her. she also bluntly (but gently) vibe checks him back (think "so why didn't you?" scene from httyd 1). she's his second in command at work and is in charge when he's not there. hiccstrid is a thing for this au and they do have feelings for each other when they're kids :)

fishlegs (justin) and astrid are super close!! when they're together they're basically the level-headed ones of the group. they bring out the responsible sides of each other lol!! they're each other's confidant and astrid can always rely on fishlegs to be honest (but kind) when she needs advice. they of course have their fun but they're who they go to when they need a moment of calm. astrid is also fishlegs' go to for tasting anything he creates because while she's not the best cook or anything herself, she can give her honest opinion. also they do yoga together!!! fishlegs helps astrid relax (which he understands the struggle of given the fact his resting heart rate is always registered as a panic attack /j). they just rlly appreciate each other.

snotlout (gary) and astrid's relationship should be obvious since that's the one i've posted abt the most but they've been at each other's throats since birth. as kids they were always arguing and it's no different when they're older lol. and obviously they eventually date for a brief period due to astrid developing feelings for him. they are genuine, from both parties, but it's not sustainable for them to stya together. outside of that part, they're still super close and while they will give each other shit the whole way through, they know each other better than anyone else, much to astrid's chagrin.

astrid's relationship with ruffnut (eugene) compared to others in the gang is more strained. astrid falls into a bad habit of treating ruff & tuff like a singular entity a lot of the time (which, in her mind is because one is not without the other and are always causing mayhem together) and this frustrates ruffnut, but ruffnut isn't as vocal as her brother until she feels like she needs to be. however, she does give astrid where credit is due. if only astrid could give her the same credit in return (don't worry, astrid will learn and they do grow closer when they're older, esp once they're in uni)

astrid's relationship with tuffnut (laverne) is similar to how she is with ruff in terms of her tending to act like tuff & ruff are a single entity and not two separate ppl with lots of overlapping interests and behaviors due to being twin siblings (ha. felt). tuff, out of the twin duo, is way more talkative than ruff and he is honestly, despite his snark, very sweet. he's more himself than anyone else in the gang and is the most comfortable in his own skin and astrid is sometimes jealous of him for it. he also is the one in the gang who makes her laugh the most with his silliness, but with how quickly he relays jokes, ofc she laughs more often :)

at work

at the hidden world, astrid is very no-nonsense and is particular abt her sections of the sanctuary, which are the sharp and tracker classes! she ends up with two classes due to the switch of nadders from sharp class to tracker class and she does the primary research for the new tracker class set of dragons!! she also does a lot fo the field work! she loves going out into the woods and helping keep track of dragons and then later help with new species :) she helps tag and track!!! her least favorite thing is sitting at the front desk and having to talk with visitors. she thinks she does alright at the job but hiccup says she "can be scary." but also when she's up front it's snotlout & the twin's favorite time to bother her to get her reactions lol. she's also in charge of making the schedules for everyone by her own decision bc she hates the way everyone else does the schedules.

always has stormfly on her shoulders <3

however once she's at uni her time at the sanctuary lessens, altho she does go back full time during summers! she does work a uni job while there, tho (just either at a coffee shop or smth). after she graduates she goes back to the sanctuary but tosses around the ideas of doing other things (despite what hiccup wants but. that's for them to discuss bc she shouldn't have to do what he wants) she even considers enlisting in the coast guard at some point but decides against it. the gang eventually travel across the country to help with more dragons as well as talk in interviews about dragon conservation & stuff & she becomes one of the main spokepeople :)

#httyd #dragons off the coast au #astrid hofferson #httyd modern au #lil-dragon-draws #loz tag #rose answers #🌹 art #httyd fanart #i hope this is ok!!!#long post #httyd headcanons

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 8 months ago

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Mood Board Madness

Three of the bingos I'm in (that I co-mod with @scottxlogan and @stormxpadme) have kicked up a new game - Mood Board Madness. We're trying two formats of the game - one we're trying out in the @marvelrarepairbingo's Discord and the other we're featuring in the @scottsummersbingo and the @scoganbingo. These are the mood boards I've come up with for them:

For the Scott Summers Bingo:

Scott Summers x Tony Stark, aka Mechanical Boy Band, Scott x Tony

Scott Summers x Kurt Wagner, why oh why did they stick Kurt in that ridiculous outfit and not in like...sexy jeans and tank tops????

Scott Summers x Bobby Drake

For the Scogan Bingo:

Scott x Logan, which Stormxpadme's already written a hella sexy little ficlet for, which you can read here.

And for the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo:

Justin Hammer x Loki, for the prompt Beach AU, but also College AU, which @kleenexwoman will appreciate.

Write up for this one: Loki decides to 'borrow' Thor's surfer van, Helga, (not realizing that Thor intentionally left the keys where Loki would find them and use them - after all, Thor's off on a trip with their dad) and invites his new friend/potential boyfriend on a trip to the beach on their spring break. Things might finally take a turn for the best where their flirting and occasional dates may have finally paid off during this trip.

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Expo and Trial

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Over the next six months, Tony was making preparations for the New York Expo. You sat on his lap as he made the entrance preparations- he was going to fly in with his suit. He'd hired one of those women line dancer teams. Pepper was helping as well, so that it went smoothly, and they were goin to be wearing ridiculous outfits.

Both you and Tony had cleaned up nicely after the accident. He'd healed faster of course, but you weren't to far behind and you were jumping and running again. Of course, you also had a fear now of being to close to people's feet, so Tony had constructed a large obstacle course around the entire house so that you could run through tubes in the sky. Each room had small sets of stairs coming down from the holes in the wooden or plastic tubes so you could get to the floor.

You absolutely loved the obstacle course. It showed how much Tony cared about you, not to mention there were lots of hiding spots which your rabbit side loved. There were also lots of sleeping spots.

Tony had also gotten you another bow to wear to the Expo. This time, it was a red one with a little white dot in the middle. It would match with all of the other costumes there.

You and Tony were also extremely close. The two of you did pretty much everything together, even sleeping in the same bed. Well, more like you slept on his chest, but it was basically the same thing.

Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey were around a lot more, which was really nice. Happy had stepped up and was now fulfilling the role of a bodyguard along with being the driver and also the. . . forehead of security? You were pretty sure that just meant he worked at Stark Industries.

When the day of the actual Stark Expo opening came around, Pepper put your little bow tie on you and brought you to the actual building. You were brought backstage and you waited on a little stand until Tony was to come through. You couldn't actually see the stage, though you knew the girls were out there dancing.

You waited patiently, your paws tucked under you and your ears laid flat against your body so that you could deafen the loud music and cheering a bit.

Finally, the cheering erupted and you knew that meant Tony was there. You perked up just a little bit, lifting a singular ear to swivel it around.

"Oh it's good to be back!" You heard Tony's voice ring through the auditorium. "You missed me?"

"BLOW SOMETHING UP!" Someone shouted from the crowd.

"Blow something up? I already did that." Tony commented off handedly. The crowd laughed and then quieted a little as he continued the speech. You had heard the speech a thousand times as he'd rehearsed it and it made you roll your eyes just a little. "I'm not saying, that the world is enjoying its longest period of interrupted peace in years-" Here the cheering grew even louder, "-because of me."

"I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater Phoenix metaphor been personified in human history! I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea, because I haven't come across anyone who's man enough to go toe to toe with me on my best day!"

"I LOVE YOU TONY!" Someone in the crowd shouted and you wrinkled your nose, getting to your paws and stretching.

"Please. It's not about me. It's not about you. It's not even about us. It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations. And that's why for the next year and for the first time since 1974, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations the world over will pull their resources, share their collective vision, to leave behind a brighter future. It's not about us! Therefore, what I am saying, if I'm saying anything, is welcome back to the Stark Expo!"

The crowd cheered louder and the lights grew dimmer.

"And now, making a special guest appearance from the great beyond, to tell you what it's all about, please welcome my father, Howard."

Tony walked off the stage and came into your view in quick moments. You perked up, standing on your hind legs to greet him.

He smiled, petting your head as you lowered yourself back down onto all fours. "How'd I do sweetheart?"

You wiggled your nose and nipped his finger gently. You watched him take a black box out of his pocket to prick his finger with and after a few moments, it beeped. You weren't sure what it was for, but whatever it was, he seemed to be just slightly upset about it. You nudged his hand.

He glanced back down at you, slipping the black recorder thing in his pocket and picked you up in his hands. "Alright Pumpkin. Time to brave the world."

Tony had fixed a very special bag for you that allowed you to sit on his shoulder. It meant that your front paws were propped on his shoulder, your head facing the same as his, but your legs were supported underneath. If things got to be to much, you could duck into the bag and hide.

Happy was the one that got you guys out. He led in the front while Tony and another guard followed.

There were plenty of people that wanted to meet Tony. He shook hands with women and men, and when one of the blonds gave him a card and told him to call her, you took it out of his hand with your mouth and spat it out onto the floor. Tony grinned at you out of the corner of his eye before he knelt down to say hi to the children. He signed posters for them.

Finally, Happy and Tony shouldered out and you were mostly left alone. "Did it go mellow?" Tony asked.

"It wasn't so bad." Happy commented.

"No, it's perfect."

"Look what we got here, the new model."

"Hey, does she come with the car?"

"I certainly hope so. Don't tell Pepper I said that, it was a joke." Happy said.

"Hi, and you are?"

"Marshall."

"Irish, I like it."

You glared at her over his shoulder.

"Pleased to meet you Tony."

"I'm on the wheel, you mind?" Tony asked, slinging your bag off his shoulder to let you out and put you in the cup holder. "Where you from?"

"Bedford."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you.

"Yeah, you found me. Sorry though, got my soulmate now." Tony replied, scratching your head softly.

"Actually, I'm serving subpoenas." The red head said, holding a piece of paper out.

"Yikes." Tony commented after a second, looking away from her.

Happy reached across Tony to grab the paper, "He doesn't like to be handed things."

"Yeah, I have a peeve." Tony commented.

"You are hearby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at 9 a.m."

"Can I see a badge?"

"You wanna see the badge?"

"Yeah, he likes the badge." Happy commented before you turned and glared at him. He went silent.

The red head pulled our her badge and asked, "You still like it?"

"Yep." Tony sighed. He started up the car and turned to Happy. "How far are we from D.C?"

"D.C.? 250 miles." Happy said.

Tony stepped on the gas and you sped out of there, ears flying backwards in the wind.

Well, things were going to get very exciting now, weren't they?

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The next morning, Tony was at the Congress building. You couldn't sit with him, so you were right behind Tony in Pepper's lap. At the moment, Tony had turned to talk to Pepper, although you were terrible at reading lips and had no idea what he was telling her.

"Mr. Stark, can we pick up now where we left off?" Another gravel bang. "Mr. Stark? Please."

Tony finally turned around saying, "Yes, dear?"

There was a round of laughter.

"Can I have your attention?"

"Absolutely."

"Do you or do you not possess a specialized weapon?" Senator Stern asked.

"I do not." Tony replied.

"You do not?" Senator Stern repeated back to him.

"I do not, well it depends on how you define the word weapon." Tony added.

"The Iron Man weapon."

"My device does not fit that description."

"Well, how would you describe your. . .?"

"I would describe it by defining it as it is, senator."

"As?"

"It's a high-tech prosthesis."

For some reason you couldn't understand, it brought on a round of laughter.

"That is, that's actually the most apt description I could make of it."

"It's a weapon Mr. Stark. I hate to inform you it's a weapon."

"Please, if your priority was actually the well-being-"

"My priority is to get the Iron Man weapon turned over to the people of the United States of America." Senator Stern interrupted him and you started to bristle in Pepper's lap.

"Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution depending on which state you're in. I can't have it." There was another round of laughter, of which time you actually understood.

"Look, I am no expert."

"In prostitution? Of course not, you're a senator, come on!" Tony interrupted. He turned and Pepper gave him a shake of her head. He just raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not an expert in weapons. But we have somebody here who is an expert on weapons. I would now like to call Justin Hammer our current primary weapons contractor."

You turned your head to see a slender, tall man in a blue suit, with glasses and brown hair standing now.

"Let the record reflect that I observed Mr. Hammer entering the chamber and I am wondering if and when any actual expert will also be in attendance."

More laughter. You really hoped this all went well.

Justin Hammer laughed weirdly into the microphone, making your fur stand on end. "Absolutely. I am no expert. I defer to you, Anthony. You're the wonder boy. Uh, Senator, if I may. I may well not be an expert, but you know who was the expert? Your dad! Howard Stark. Really a father to all of us all and to the military-industrial age. Let's just be clear, he was no flower child. He was a lion. We all know why we're here: in the last six months, Anthony Stark has created a sword with untold possibilities. And yet he insists it's a shield. He asks us to trust him as we cower behind it. I wish I were comforted Anthony, I really do. I'd love to leave my door unlocked when I leave the house, but this ain't Canada. You know we live in a world of grave threats, threats that Mr. Stark will not always be able to foresee. Thank you. God bless Iron Man, God bless America."

There was scattered applause and Senator Stern said, "That is well said, Mr. Hammer. The committee would now like to invite Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodey to the chamber."

"Rhodey?" Tony said aloud and your ears perked up. Rhodey would be the best line of defense for Tony.

Tony actually got up and went to greet him, though you couldn't hear the words said between the two of them.

"I have before me a complete report on the Iron man weapon compiled by Colonel Rhodes and Colonel, for the record, can you please read page 57, paragraph 4?"

"You're requesting that I read specific selections from my report, senator?" Rhodey asked.

"Yes, sir."

"It was my understanding that I was going to be testifying in a much more comprehensive and detailed manner."

"I understand. A lot of things have changed today."

"You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context does not reflect the summary of my finding?"

"Just read it Colonel. I do. Thank you."

You wished you could bark or hiss at him out of frustration. Or that you were just plain human and could say something about it, though what could you possibly say? You were Tony Stark's soulmate, of course you were going to stand up for him!

"Very well. As he does not operate within any definable branch of government," He hesitated and then continued on, "the Iron Man presents a potential threat to the security of both the nation and to her interests. I did, however, go on to summarize that the benefits of Iron man far outweigh the liabilities-"

"Uh that's enough."

"-and that it would be in our best interest-"

"That's enough Colonel."

"-to fold Mr. Stark into the existing chain of command."

"That's enough!"

"I'm not a joiner but I'll consider Secretary of Defense, if you ask nice." Tony finally put out there, making everyone laugh. "We can amend the hours a little bit."

Rhodey just drank his water.

"I'd like to go on and show, if I may, the imagery that's connected to your report."

"I believe that it is somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at this time." Rhodey replied.

"With all due respect, Colonel, I understand. And if you could just narrate those for us, we'd be very grateful."

Rhodey sighed, "Show the images."

You couldn't see much of what was being shown in the first photo. There were too many people in the way, but it looked like a satellite image. Most of it was gray, different shades of it to show buildings. There was a large yellow box pointing to something you couldn't quite see.

"Intelligence suggests that the devices seen in these photos are in fact attempts of making manned copies of Mr. Stark's suits. This has been corroborated by our allies and local intelligence on the ground-"

You could see Tony was hunched down in his seat with some sort of device and you paid closer attention to the screen.

"-indicating that these suits are quite possibly at this moment, operational."

Tony leaned forward, lifting the device. "Hold on a second buddy, let me see. There's something here. Oh, boy I'm good."

There were gasps from the crowd and it looked almost as though the screen was being hacked. You could feel, rather than hear, Pepper's sigh.

"Now can I get more screens."

You could see that Rhodey looked exasperated.

"I need them. Time for a little transparency. Now let's see what's really going on!"

The senator leaned forward in his seat.

"What is he doing?"

"If you'll direct your attention to said screens, I believe that's North Korea." The video played, showing one of the mechs coming out of a building. It fell on its side, bullets spraying out of its firing canisters and the camera was suddenly splattered with something red. You flinched in Pepper's hands.

"Turn that off." The senator demanded, rising from his seat.

"Iran." Tony said, punching another button on the device.

The robots exploded on their own.

"No grave, immediate threat here. Is that Justin Hammer? How did Hammer get in there? Justin, you're on TV, focus up. "

You watched Tony turn to look at Rhodey. Rhodey turned his head to hide his smile. You were smiling too, even though it didn't really show on your face. Finally, Justin unplugged the TV.

"Wow. Yeah, I'd say most countries, 5-10 years away." Tony finished. "Hammer Industries 20."

"I'd like to point out that the test pilot survived." Justin snapped.

"I think we got the point that he's making. I don't think that there's any reason-"

"The point is, you're welcome. I guess."

"For what?"

"Because, I'm your nuclear deterrant. It's working. We're safe. America is secure. You want my property? You can't have it! But I did you a big favor! I've successfully privatized world peace." He stood up to big applause. "What more do you want? For now! I'm tired of all of these ass clowns!"

"Fuck you Mr. Stark. Fuck you buddy. We're adjourned. We're adjourned for today."

"Okay."

"You've been a delight."

Tony took you out of Pepper's arms, holding you tightly to his chest. Though he was outshining with positive energy, talking about how he was with the people, you could feel his heart beating quickly.

As he exited the courthouse, you struggled in his arms to look up at him and then you nudged his cheek.

"I love you Pumpkin." Tony grinned down at you. "Let's go home."

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...And Long Live the Queen [PHOTO EDIT and AU]

“The King is dead! Long live the Queen!”

Omega Tony

Alpha Stephen

Alphas have masculine titles.

Omegas have feminine titles.

There is magic in this world, but it’s not the focus of this au. It’s just there in the background. People from each kingdom can use magic, and they will use it to their advantage. Eithil has a deeper understanding of magic than the other seven. Tao and Agatha have deep knowledge of magic. Stephen learned from them, and Tony knows enough magic to defend himself.

Omegas, male or female, wear dresses, especially in the five kingdoms that aren’t as forward-thinking. In the other two kingdoms, male and female omegas choose what they wear daily.

Royal Omegas can also rule the kingdom, but no Omega has been able to because for so long, it’s just been Male Alpha rulers, and the Male Alpha rulers have erased their kingdoms’ histories of having Omega Rulers. Male Alpha Rulers have made their Omega spouse just be breeding machines until they give birth to a Male Alpha heir. Female Alphas, despite being Alphas, don’t have much choice, like their Female Omega counterparts, who are weak. At least that’s what the other five of the eight kingdoms think. (The eighth kingdom is tiny and not much of an empire, it barely has any power, and the five other kingdoms chose not to overthrow that kingdom since they barely have any control and wealth)

This au uses the tag Howard Stark is an A+ Parent but not in a sarcastic way. He and Maria Stark have made Tony Stark, their Omega son, heir to the Iron Throne of the Luceras Kingdom. (This is not a Game of Thrones AU. I just needed to call the throne something)

The Luceras Kingdom and one of their neighboring kingdoms, the Idrisi Kingdom and the kingdom Stephen is from, are two more progressive kingdoms. With the whole letting Omegas rule and work jobs that they want to work. They’re not stuck in their homes being House Omegas because they are being forced to stay there. Everyone has a choice.

In the Idrisi Kingdom, Alpha Stephen is of the Royal family, but his Alpha sister is heir to the throne. Since Idrisi and Lucera are neighboring kingdoms, the two royal families are close, and Stephen and Tony are best friends. One day while the Idrisi Royal family was visiting Lucera, with Stephen and Tony playing in the woods, the Lucera Kingdom gets invaded by traitors to the Lucera Throne, let’s say Stane and Justin Hammer, working with the other five kingdoms because they hate how the Luceran Kingdom is getting powerful. (Stane didn’t have to manipulate Hammer a lot since they technically have the same goal of overthrowing the king and queen. However, Hammer is blind to specific machinations; they still ruled with an iron fist and made crazy stupid laws that hurt the people of the Lucera Kingdom. Stane is like the backseat ruler while Hammer is like the puppet.) The Luceran King and Queen, Howard and Maria, are overthrown and killed. The same goes for the Idrisian King and Queen. Stephen, Donna, and Tony are safe in a hidden spot within the castle that only the three know and a few other loyal advisors/knights/guards in training know.

The three run away from their home kingdoms and make their way to the eighth kingdom, which is the Eithil Kingdom. They find refuge there. (I’m going to make Stephen and Tony close in age with a four-year age difference. Between Stephen and Tony, Stephen is the oldest at 12, and Tony is eight years old. Donna is 14 years old). In the Eithil Kingdom, since it’s not much of a kingdom, the leaders are Tao and Agatha. All the Avengers and any of the allies/friends they’ve made in the MCU are in the Eithil Kingdom. For 13 years, the three have been in the Eithil Kingdom working to figure out how to get rid of the traitor rulers sitting on the Idrisian and Luceran thrones. Tony was very traumatized by seeing his parents and Stephen and Donna’s parents killed. So he becomes determined to get his revenge and his throne back as the rightful heir. He works/trains hard to become a ruler like his parents, who were fair and just, gentle but firm. The original Avengers, the first iteration of MCU, become Tony’s royal guards and advisors along with the others that were part of the three’s group when they arrived in Eithil.

Tony’s starting group from when they escaped Lucera: Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy are in training while their parents lead the escape.

From Stephen’s and Donna’s kingdom: Wong, Hamir, Orion

Tony is vicious in getting the throne back. Stephen and Tony fall in love as they grow. Stephen is someone who can lead/rule and be the symbol but prefers supporting Tony. Donna falls in love with someone from Eithil.

So 13 years later, Eithil was slowly getting more powerful, but the seven kingdoms didn’t know because they still thought that Eithil was weak and useless. They don’t know that Eithil has been silently going around the kingdoms and passed the continent's borders, looking for people to join their cause. Eithil attacks the Luceran traitor king with Tony in the lead, Tao and Agatha by his side. (Tao and Agatha, who are together, have taught Tony everything they know about leading supplementing anything that Howard and Maria may have taught him before their death)

When they get to the throne room, Tony confronts Hammer and Stane. Stane thinks that Tony doesn’t know Stane has more power than Hammer. While Hammer and Stane are monologuing, Tony gets pissed and, with a big swing of his sword, cuts not only Hammer’s head off but also Stane’s. (Cutting off the part of the speech where they said, “I will be King forever, no one can kill us.) Also, when Tony cuts off Hammer’s and Stane’s heads, his outfit of pants and a shirt padded with armors change into an elegant deep red with hints of gold, a royal gown. The bodies are magiced away, but the heads are still on the floor, and the moment Tony sits on the throne, the Luceran Crown for Rulers appears on his head and says the words, “...And Long Live the Queen.” in a calm voice.

Tony and Stephen and Donna also take back the Idrisi Kingdom, and Donna takes back her rightful throne. It takes a while, but the two kingdoms bring back peace to their kingdoms and manage to get the other five domains to change (The five rulers get overthrown by the actual heirs, they have overthrown years and years ago, and the former ruling families just needed that spark.) Eithil becomes part of the Kingdoms again. Donna marries and mates someone from Eithil, and they have three kids. Stephen and Tony also get married/mated, with Stephen becoming the King Consort, and he also has a say in things. Again, Stephen and Tony have three kids.

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